Summary
It's been decades since she last saw him. So why is that damned hybrid STILL on her mind? The Devil SO doesn't wear a Prada, more like fangs and a cheeky smile. Caroline's feeling extremely empty. She's seen the world, done it all but something's missing. She could only avoid New Orleans for so long. So she swallows her pride and finds her way to the city itself. (KC one-shot smut)